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* sigh *

Cage chastity is a lot harder that it looks.  Sadly, I’m not even talking about the chastity itself but trying to get the cage locked onto my actual cock and getting it to stay there without getting gangrene or it falling off completely.

I have two main physical characteristics that are making it difficult to get a good fit.  First, I’m a pretty big guy and carry the majority of my weight in my belly meaning I don’t have a good pelvic bone seat for the cock ring to snug into.  What’s also making things tough is the fact that my penis gets really  small when it’s soft.  I’m very happy with my length and girth when it’s erect (I’d post a picture, but I’m trying to keep this blog rating at a soft "R" [no pun intended]), but it nearly completely disappears when flaccid.  Because of this, it keeps breaking out of its prison by pulling out of the back of the cage and hanging free.

I must say, my adventures thus far have been worthy of "Abbot and Costello Go Into Chastity".  The most heart-stopping of the bunch was when I was talking to my wife last night and then felt the cock cage pop off and slide down the leg of my PJs, landing on our hardwood floor with a clatter.  I quickly gave it a little side kick to slide it under the couch while saying that it’s funny how our cats leave their toys all over the place.  Holy crap, was that close…

I also thought I finally found a good fit before going to bed, but woke up at 3 a.m. with my cock hanging out of the ring and my balls painfully twisted up in the partially-loose cage.  (Ow!)

I’m ordering an attachment for the cage that’s supposed to help in these situations.  The Points of Intrigue give the skin around the penis something to grab onto to make it difficult to escape out the back.  (They also supposedly get interesting if you start to get erect while in the cage.)  They should arrive by Friday, so hopefully I’ll be fully locked away by this weekend.

Mistress has been extremely supportive during my frustration in trying to fulfill her wishes, but I still can’t help feeling that I’m letting her down.  Now that I’ve set my body and mind on this extreme level of devotion, anything less feels like a cop out.

Of course, once again I find myself looking at the calendar and realising it was 13 days ago today when I first met Mistress Trecia and am amazed at just how willing I’ve been and how comfortable it feels to be back into this role.  I’m starting to realize that this is as much a part of my sexuality as being straight or gay and that I’ll have to deal with it as such, something that will include an uneasy showdown with my wife. 

In the meantime, I’m just going to enjoy the comfort of finally being home.  (Well, that and the frustration of trying to cage a wild animal.  Get back in the cage, you bastard!)